| well, how did you expect it would be?
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| well, you stand up from a car crash when you stand up with me
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| and you can’t swim to safety on a sinking ship
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| so go home baby if you’re ready to quit
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| well, take your hand away from your face
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| there are dozens of reasons why I shouldn’t stay
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| now you’ve readied all your ammo
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| in the back of your mouth
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| so come on, let me have it
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| it has to come out
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| oh shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot…
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| well, I can’t rely on your alibi
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| ‘cause my heart came back
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| in a body bag
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| well, dream we woke up side by side in a bed
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| and our bodies were both lifeless; |
| the sheets spattered red
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| there were holes in our chests;
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| looked like bombs had gone off
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| well, our hearts has escaped
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| but our bodies were lost
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| well, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot…
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| well, we can’t rely on an alibi
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| ‘cause ours hearts came back
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| in a body bag |